Conclusion 1

Atticus surveyed the scene, his chest burning with a mixture of exertion and dread. The clearing was littered with the fallen, their blood painting a gruesome tapestry on the forest floor. The once vibrant crimson moon now seemed to mock them with its eerie glow.

Ember's declaration hung heavy in the air, a spark threatening to ignite another round of bloody chaos. The Shadow Weaver beside him shifted, her hand hovering near a hidden dagger beneath her cloak. He knew the uneasy truce was on a knife's edge.

As if annoyed with all the stalling, another announcement boomed through the forest, shattering the fragile tension.

"[All enchanted weapons and armaments will be disabled and all spirit buffs will be rendered invalid.] [The Soul Grappling Fog will begin its shrink. If there are still more than 5 survivors within 5 minutes, all participants will be killed by the Fog.]"

The soul grappling fog was referring to the black fog that covered the entire forest. Coming in contact with it